Room 206, Tuesday Morning
Feb. 13th, 2007 01:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dark_slippy_thingValentine was humming to himself. Perhaps it was entirely too early in the morning for him to be doing so, but he was. He had pants, even if the pair he had borrowed from Demyx after the pantspie incident were still sitting on the dangerous side of the room, and his birthday was tomorrow.
Pants and impending birthday? Seemed like excellent reasons for Valentine to be happy.
He was sitting on his bed, juggling extra pairs of pants while trying to think of some spectacular way to celebrate his day. This was quite a feat, as pants are cruel articles of clothing, and he kept getting smacked in the face by errant cloth legs. It was a small price to pay to be able to juggle several pairs of pants that actually belonged to him, though.
The only thing that would make this day more perfect would be if his wonderful floppy coat were to detach itself from 6's closet door and crawl its way back over to him.
...
On second thought, that would probably be kind of creepy.
[OOC: The door isn't exactly open, but feel free to knock. I work today, as usual, but if anyone wants to visit, tell Valentine to stop that horrific humming, or help him plot birthday things, then I'll be around to catch pings for a few more hours, and then again later in the evening, after sleep and work.]
Pants and impending birthday? Seemed like excellent reasons for Valentine to be happy.
He was sitting on his bed, juggling extra pairs of pants while trying to think of some spectacular way to celebrate his day. This was quite a feat, as pants are cruel articles of clothing, and he kept getting smacked in the face by errant cloth legs. It was a small price to pay to be able to juggle several pairs of pants that actually belonged to him, though.
The only thing that would make this day more perfect would be if his wonderful floppy coat were to detach itself from 6's closet door and crawl its way back over to him.
...
On second thought, that would probably be kind of creepy.
[OOC: The door isn't exactly open, but feel free to knock. I work today, as usual, but if anyone wants to visit, tell Valentine to stop that horrific humming, or help him plot birthday things, then I'll be around to catch pings for a few more hours, and then again later in the evening, after sleep and work.]
